"Let's eat first. The food has gone cold. I'm so hungry, my stomach's about to shrink onto my back," said Xiao'er, noticing that she had not started eating and the food in her bowl had gone cold.
Everyone heard this and concurred. They were all famished indeed.
As Shangguan Xuanyi had predicted, the food on the table quickly disappeared like leaves swept up by an autumn breeze.
Shangguan Wanru patted her slightly bulging stomach, feeling as though she could eat more, "It would have been nice if the soup and the remaining two vegetables had not been spoiled."
What a pity. She had worked hard tending to the cooking fire.
No one uttered a word. They were relieved that everyone was safe, but she was still concerned about the soup.
After dinner, the girls had to return home. Xiao'er reminded Shangguan Wanru to get plenty of rest in bed over the next few days, and to avoid moving around too much; otherwise, her injury might start swelling or break open again.